just a rap song (feat. The Opposite)

Yeah I'm getting so high, I'm getting so high, Put my weed to the sky
Put my weed to the sky, spend the block with my guys, pulling up with a nine
With a gun on my side, pulling up on time
Freestyle my rhymes, going crazy i lie
Spark it up now I'm fried
Off the dome I climb
A bitch bang my line
I'm worse than a lime
Snatch your bitch she mine
Fuck yo bitch she a dime

She said she want my honey nut, no cheerio
Fucking yo bitch, yo bitch is a diddy ho
My rhymes are smooth as hell I know
Sparking up this weed I know I glow
Freestyling off the dome I know I flow
You wanna fuck with me I'm bound to throw

One to the two to the three and to the four
Police coming and knocking down my door
Five to the six to the seven to the eight
Pussies that wanna come, fuck up my place
Eight, seven, six to the five
It's only five o'clock and I'm drunk like it's nine
Nine, ten, eleven, fuck twelve
Them motherfuckers only wanna put me in a cell
These crazy motherfuckers gonna end up in hell
But I'm hotter than hell, spark it up, burn it down
Till the ash, it's the ground

Smoking weed by the pound, fuck smoking by the ounce
When I'm done, take a bitch a pound town
When I'm done, I'll have all my money in a mound
Rich as hell, got my dick in yo bitch's mouth
Wa-wa, took your bitch, yeah you can go and pout
God damn, hit up the plug, I need some more weed, smoking loud

(Hold up motherfucker, I think we need to change this shit up a little bit, ya heard?)
(What you mean, what you mean?)
(This is what the fuck I mean)

Ayy switch up, got my clique up
Fuckin' yo bitch, I got my dick up
And I stand with the gang, I'ma never switch up
You wanna fuck with me, I'ma put you on a picture
Yo baby mama wanna cuddle me
But I know that she fuckin' on the whole team
She said she want a kid, I might make it three
I ball like Jay Morant, yeah I'm in the league
And these pussies can't keep up with me, yeah I'm in the lead
Big league, you know I got a chopper with a big beam
Got you leakin' blood and it's drippin' down your white tee
Fuckin' on your wifey
While I'm off the molly
We're rockin' 45, lil bitch, don't try me
Fat bitch named Eden
Me and OP goin' word for word, you know we even
Shot that boy with hollow tips, you know I left him leakin
I gotta wrap my money up, I guess that it's the season
I put that boy treason

It's gang shit, no lame shit, pussy
It's gang shit, no lame shit, lil bitch
(Hold on, yeah)
(Hold on, yeah)
(Hold on, yeah)